Today I will be thankful for our second born child and daughter, Monica. Monica was born in the cold and icy month of January 1977 at the Baptist Hospital in Louisville, KY. She was born while I was a student at Boyce Bible School, part of Southern Baptist Theological Seminary.
Monica is a great daughter, mild mannered, loving, and kind. She is married to a fine man by the name of Sam. Monica and Sam are hard working, and devoted to one another and the care of their two children Addyson and AlexZander. They also have a great love and respect for Madge and I; and Sam’s mother Kathy too.
I am thankful to the Lord that I was and I still am blessed to have such a daughter, and her fine family.
Thankful from the banks of Flat Creek
When I was 24 years of age I bought a brand new Honda Hawk 400 motorcycle. That was almost 33 years ago. I loved riding that bike. I rode it to Little Rock, AR. several times attending Boyce Bible School down there in the old Baptist Hospital. The last time I rode down there it rained on me all the way back; 205 miles in the drizzling rain. I nearly froze. I had no rain gear for riding. Like I said that was my last time riding down to Little Rock.
I also rode it to Tulsa, OK. for a Bible Conference one time; and with a brother in law. We had a wonderful time. My cycle got 68 miles per gallon on that trip. Now would that not be nice today?
Anyway on to why I am writing this. I got rid of that bike, trading it for a car for my family; which I think turned out to be a bad deal; a bad car. It was an old 1967 Ford Thunderbird four door. It had the “suicide doors” for the back doors. It would have been a great car, if money was no problem.
I rode Timothy’s [our eldest son] Honda VTX 1300 to the Bus Garage yesterday. After arriving home I was worn out physically. I realized something as I was coming home. I was not handling that bike as well as it ought to be handled. I have decided not that I no longer want to get one. If I cannot handle it properly and safely; I sure do not need to be riding one.
Instead I will dream of a Mustang GT convertible. 🙂 That will not be too high on the priority scale; probably at the bottom of the list. Oh yeah, and that is with a manual transmission.
There is nothing comfortable about a Mustang, but it sure would be fun to drive, and the top down would still give me that out in the air feeling, that comes from riding a motorcycle.
Craziness on the banks of Flat Creek.